The entire forest is withering, as though something capable of destroying everything is about to descend. As the arm nears full extension, thick, luminous silver lightning descends suddenly, illuminating the entire mountain peak and crackling together to form a prison unlike any in myth—enveloping the dark, viscous arm within. High above, the clouds swiftly coalesce, taking on features of brows and mouth, as if concealing a human face! The great commotion just witnessed has alerted the "Ocean King" Ayn Cortman of Bayam, who immediately intervenes from a distance, summoning his "Agents of Judgment" to activate the corresponding seals. Rynette Tynicol emerges from the void, her elaborate, dark gown untouched and undisturbed. With a simple lift of her left hand, two golden-haired, red-eyed heads suddenly soar back, landing at the site of the severed neck; the remaining two continue to entangle themselves in the swollen, dry, wrinkled bodies of the large black infants. As the break at her neck contracted and connected with the corresponding two cut surfaces, her form instantly expanded, as though transforming into a Gothic castle, with patterns, vines, and decorations emerging on the surface, interweaving to create a mysterious, eerie, and almost unendurable atmosphere. Caine closed his eyes tightly and held the *Grosset Travelogue* in front of his face, channeling his spiritual focus into it, yet still could not fully eliminate the effects—his body trembled uncontrollably, revealing one after another distinct particles. Only at this moment did he realize that the aftereffect of using the "Bell of Doom" was a fear of darkness. For the next six hours, no further vulnerabilities would emerge. "Good—being unable to overcome the weaknesses doesn't mean there's absolutely no resistance at all in the short term," Caine insisted, pressing his eyes shut, tears flowing uncontrollably. He hadn't given much thought to this aspect, as the situation had already evolved into both perilous and highly disordered. "The one who just arrived seems stronger than 'Oceanus'—likely an angel. Yet His condition isn't particularly favorable; He hasn't manifested directly but is instead acting through the spiritual realm. 'We're too late to make it in time—this is the only option we have! Fortunately, we received 'Oriental Light's' early warning; otherwise, if we delay further, the situation would be unimaginable!' Kline's thoughts raced. His first instinct was to seize this moment to escape, to establish a safe distance. Yet he knew that a hasty, unprepared retreat would also pose significant risks. If the angel from the Rose Order withdraws and retracts His arms, 'Oceanus' Ayn Cortman will have no motivation to engage or pursue—since this isn't a confrontation against a Saint, he can simply choose to let him go. In that case, relying solely on the messenger, Lady Renette Tynicol, would be insufficient to halt him. And then, he would be able to catch up with me once again!" I must give Him more trouble, keep Him momentarily disengaged—then I'll make my escape from the waters surrounding Blue Mountain Island! As his thoughts surged, Caine followed the prearranged emergency plan, took the *Grosset Travelogue*, secured the left-hand revolver known as "The Bell," and rolled several times to reach the iron cigarette box. With a simple finger tap, he broke through the ethereal wall, opened the lid, and shook the gloves—contaminated by the "True Maker"—toward the sky, toward the very source of danger. Then, Caine raised the *Grosset Travelogue* above him, opened his eyes, and produced a bronze whistle. This was not the Azkran whistle, but one he had received in Beckland from a beginner in esoteric studies, a whistle originating from a revived member of the Spirit Order. When Caine had previously divined the outcome of blowing this whistle and sending a letter, he had received a profoundly ominous revelation. At this moment, he intended to have the "extremely dangerous" collide with the "extremely dangerous," creating a more chaotic and advantageous situation! He swiftly brought the bronze whistle to his lips and blew sharply. Instantly, within the already activated spiritual vision—but one he dared not lift his gaze to—there emerged a skull with three dead fish eyes, surrounded by black, segmented tentacles. Without hesitation, Caine offered the white feather left behind by the revived member of the Spiritual Order to the messenger. He did not wait for the messenger to vanish; instead, he contracted his muscles, swung his arm, and hurled the whistle upward, toward the very source of danger. After completing this, he closed the iron cigarette box, performed a roll, and launched himself upward, heading straight for the cliff's edge. Throughout the entire movement, he kept his head low, constantly shifting his position, utterly unwilling to gaze upward or pause at any moment. As he passed by Senyor's unconscious position—the "General Above Blood"—his gaze suddenly froze, and he was astonished to find the figure gone! Amidst the chaos and with no one to assist him, this wounded "spirit of resentment," unable to sustain its ethereal state, had vanished! "...once we've cleared out of here, we'll send our spirit form in to eliminate the threats!" As thoughts raced through him, Klein pushed his foot forward, scooping up the soil stained with Senior's blood and lifting it upward, then grasping a small portion. This would be essential for later pinpointing the location of the "Blood-Commander." Klein trembled, afraid of the dark, and dared not look up to see what was happening above. He could only notice, during the flashes of lightning, a few white feathers, slightly stained with pale yellow oil, spiraling down and settling nearby. Taking a step forward with his right foot, he stepped out from the cliff and plunged straight downward, falling from the darkness into the light. Then, he fell into a vast mouth that had been waiting for him for a long time. This mouth, devoid of teeth, closed suddenly and sank into the ocean, swiftly moving toward a rocky outcrop beyond Blue Mountain Island—according to their prior agreement. It was a massive underwater creature with sixteen fins along its back. In the darkness without light, Klein instinctively wanted to curl up, helpless and trembling, but managed to suppress this emotion, drawing upon his pre-prepared extraordinary trait—the "Light Priest"—originally inherited from the one who had worn the gloves. Pure, radiant light emanated from this transparent, stone-like being, dispelling Klein’s fear. He was just about to decide whether to wait for the outcome or try something else, when he suddenly felt a slight itch on the back of his hand. He hurried to look down and saw that the pores there were densely opening, sprouting a few white hairs. These hairs grew rapidly, as if they were about to become feathers! Immediately, he felt an itch spreading throughout his entire body. That creature summoned by the bronze whistle was truly dangerous! With some experience under his belt, he quickly stood up and walked four steps backward inside the giant's mouth, softly reciting a spell. His spirit once again passed through the gray-white mist filled with countless murmurs and roars, from which black and green gases emerged, struggling desperately but ultimately vanishing without resistance. Upon returning to the palace-like hall of the giant, he examined his spiritual state once more and found it had fully returned to normal—no black or green gases, no white feathers at all. Phew, useful... He exhaled, immediately returning to the real world. Under the extraordinary influence of the "Divine Priest of Light," Kline saw the white downy fur on his forearm still present, though it no longer had the ability to grow. Elsewhere on his body, there were traces—some subtle, not too prominent. "Hmm, once Mr. Azk arrives, there should be a way to resolve the lingering issues," Kline eased his breath, mentally drawing a crimson moon, praying to the goddess for protection and a swift arrival of Mr. Azk. Renee Tynicol glanced at each of the four heads in turn: "Already..." "Safe..." "Afterwards..." "Remember..." "Payment..." Then, as though there were still something important to attend to, she vanished. How remarkable... If only I had known to have the messenger lady take me away this way. Yet, considering her current state, it seems she's not in her usual form or manner—indeed, this appears to be something she rarely uses. While marveling at this, Caine tucked the exceptional qualities of the "Priest of Light" into his coat, leaving only *The Travels of Groserel* outside. As he was just about to take in his surroundings and determine his current location, another hand reached out and grasped his shoulder. Caine started, turned his head, and found Mr. Azk arriving. Mr. Azk took his shoulder and led him into the spiritual realm, swiftly moving through the vivid, layered hues of color. …Actually, I'm already safe… Klein's嘴角 twitched slightly, but he didn't say it out loud. PS: First publish, then revise—please secure the monthly pass! Today's two chapters are done, and tomorrow I'll post three.